Angel Boy

Angel Boy: Chapter 1

AUTHOR'S NOTE:

Wow, my NEW story! I am going to be writing this as I am stuck in Fatal Infatuation writer's block LOL. Picture of Lacey on the side :)

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Chapter 1 (Angel Boy)

“Lacey!”

I spun around to see my Aunt Elise, running towards me with arms outstretched. She hugged me tightly before loosening her grip and letting go of me. “Welcome,” she said, smiling.

I nodded, giving her a small smile. “Hey, Aunt Elise.”

My Uncle Sam came over, carrying over my luggage. “Honey, take Lacey up to her room. I hope you like your bedroom. We went all out!” he said, smiling at me.

Aunt Elise smiled, taking me by the hand. “Come on.”

She pulled me upstairs and to the last room at the end of the hallway. “I’m sorry if this doesn’t really please you. We didn’t know what you liked so we just picked stuff out from the store. We did major shopping though. Sorry to spoil you,” she said sheepishly, before opening the bedroom door.

My eyes looked from the left side of the room to the right. The walls were a warm, brown colour and my bed’s sheets were brown and gold with a gold canopy hanging over it. On the left side of the room, there was a walk in closet. On the right side of the room, near my bed, a computer. To top it all off, across my bed, resting against the wall, was a big TV on top of my dresser. I gave her a small smile. “Gee, you guys didn’t have to do all this,” I said, feeling a bit guilty that they bought all of this stuff just for me.

Aunt Elise laughed, shaking her head. “Oh, but we wanted to! You know, after my miscarriage and the dreadful news that I wouldn’t be able to have kids, we were really depressed. With you living here now, we decided to take advantage of this room and give it to you, giving it a complete make over!” she said excitedly.

I smiled. I was sent to live with my aunt and uncle after my parents died when their boat broke down in the middle of the ocean and they drowned. I am only 17 so they sent me to live with my aunt and uncle since I was still underage. Before, I used to be a really good swimmer. In fact, I was on the school’s swim team. Since then, I haven’t stepped into a pool or body of water.

“Thank you,” I said quietly.

Aunt Elise gave me a sad smile, putting a hand on my shoulder. “We are really sorry, Lacey. About, you know…. Your parents.”

I nodded, not daring to look at her. “It’s okay,” I said, softly.

Just then, Uncle Sam came up from behind us, carrying a few of my luggage. “So, how do you like your new room?” he asked, smiling.

I gave him a smile. “It’s really nice. Thank you so much.”

He smiled. “You are absolutely welcome! Listen, if you ever need anything, just talk to us, okay?”

I nodded. “Yeah, okay.”

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After unpacking and putting everything into their drawers, I went downstairs to find my Aunt Elise stirring something in a pot while my Uncle Sam was chopping vegetables beside her. “Are you all done? Do you want me to help you unpack?” my uncle asked, looking up from the vegetables.

I shook my head.”It’s okay. I’m done. What are you guys making?”

Aunt Elise smiled. “Chicken stir fry. Are you hungry? We are actually having some friends over later for dinner. They are bringing their son over, too. He’s a year older but I think you guys could become good friends,” she said.

I smiled. “That’s good. I’ll wait until dinner to eat. I’m just going to go outside and explore a bit, okay?” I asked.

Uncle Sam nodded, smiling. “That’s okay. We’ll give you a call to let you know when you have to come back. You still remember your way around the neighborhood?” he asked.

I nodded. I visited here a few times in the past summers when I was about 13 but since then, I haven’t. “I think I do. I’ll just be down by the beach,” I said, walking out.

I took my notebook and pencil out from my pocket and walked down the yard when I heard a voice. “Hey,” a boy’s voice said.

I turned around to look at the yard beside us. A teenage boy was there. He wore a simple white t-shirt and basketball shorts. He was also really sweaty and out of breath. His dark, brown hair was dripping with sweat. “Um, hi,” I said awkwardly.

The boy walked over to me. “You’re the Sawyers’ niece, right? The one that is supposed to be living here now?”

I nodded. “Um, yeah,” I said, slowly inching away from him.

The boy looked me up and down, making me squirm. Finally, he spoke. “I see… Well, welcome. I am really sorry to hear about your parents,” he said, before walking into his house.

I stared at the now empty yard, confused. Finally, I walked away, heading down to the beach.

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When I arrived at the beach, a couple minutes later, I flipped the notebook’s pages a few times to get a new page. I sat down on a bench at the end of the beach and started sketching my surroundings, the people and the water.

After I gave up swimming, I took up art classes for a new hobby and started loving to draw and sketch. In a way, it calmed me down and helped me cope with my parent’s death.

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After an hour or so, my cell phone rang. “Hello?”

“Hey Lacey, it’s Uncle Sam. Dinner is ready so if you can come over now, that would be great,” he said.

“Okay, I’ll see you soon. Bye.”

I walked back to my house and went to my room to change my clothes. I’ve been wearing this from the long drive here and I felt really gross. What impression would I make on our visitors if I felt or looked scrubby?

I put on a pair of jean shorts and a white t-shirt with the number 21 on it in pink lettering. I left my hair down but combed it, clipping it at the sides to keep it from falling in my face.

When I was finished, I heard the front door open and voices. “Hey, guys! Oh, Warren… You look so handsome!” I heard my aunt say.

I heard an unfamiliar, woman’s voice next. “Elise!  Where is that darling niece you have told us about?”

I heard my uncle laugh. “She is upstairs getting ready. Lacey! Are you ready yet?” he called out to me.

I ran downstairs and immediately, my eyes went to the teenaged boy staring back at me. The boy from the yard.